Michelle Kennedy is a freelance director, writer, dramaturg and bossy pants. She writes fiction, plays, erotica, music reviews, tweets (@mnancyken) and blogs. She is a horrible poet. She is also a sex educator and might totally write about that too!

In which Michelle thinks about Rancid and what listening to Nickelback says about you… I was going to write about the Junos – they’re “important” to Canadian music after all, and eternally polarizing. I have opinions (I always have opinions) about the nominees and whether or not they are valid or deserving or etc, etc, etc…

But then at some point I realized that I absolutely do not give a shit about the Junos. And why should I? Sure, I can rage about Deadmau5′s novelty taking the spotlight from his ability or the perpetual event of Nickelback and their misogynistic-comrades-in-arms collecting award after award that beautifully celebrates mediocrity… but seriously, what’s the fucking point? I’m not going to watch the Junos and no one involved in the Junos is going to be moved by opinions and change the structure of the award shows. Cash is king and it’s all the Canadians-with-bad-taste’s fault. So, I’m over it.